oops. sorry.
I don't know if it's night or day, but I know I'm not asleep because I'm mad at them for waking me. Lillin and one of the only other vampires she trusts. Ex-Volturi. Flaxen-blonde and scarlet-eyed. We haven't seen him in decades. His name escapes me. His calm scrutiny does not.
It takes all my strength to haul two-ton blankets back up, but they pull them right back down like they weigh nothing. My head pounds. Everything shudders. No hellish or human part of me has ever been so in need.
I just want to go back to sleep.
Dreaming is as close as I can get to him now.
The only way I can endure the distance he's demanded.
"How long has she been this hot?" The male immortal asks, brushing messy hair from my face and cupping my chin to turn my head.
The impulse to pull away from him crashes through me. I try, but muscle and bone are stone in his hands, and I want to scream. I want to tear out his brain stem for trespassing on my skin. It feels so wholly wrong I want to cry.
But all I can muster is a whimper.
"I don't know. At least a week. I don't know, Carlisle."
Nudging down the blankets and guiding me to my back, he lays his cold hand between my tee shirt veiled breasts, right over my black cotton covered heart while it seethes and struggles to evade such invasive contact.
I don't want anyone else to know how it beats.
I don't want anyone to touch me but Grim.
"She's starving. If she doesn't eat soon … " He takes his hand away and returns the blankets as he stands. Deep in the dark behind my eyes, their voices are muffled as I shiver, burrowing desperately back toward the heat of sleep.
"I'd feed her myself but it wouldn't save her. She needs living soul. The one you mentioned. Whatever he has, she's dying for it. She needs to hunt him."